She moved closer placing her lips against my ear, hot
tender. I heard the words, felt her breath, but all I remember is my
stomach catching on my spine, heart lodged in my throat, and the lovely
wisp of butterflies over my hip bones.
Her hand moved to the small of my back as she whispered over the din of distant
voices as I leaned into her and her scent, her sweet words the only sound
I heard.
When she laughed into my neck goosebumps shot across my throat and collar
bone, white-hot points punctuating the tender flesh of my breasts.
I collapsed into her chest, laughing in surprise and freedom, the luxury of
feeling. Her strong arms caught me effortlessly, as if she foresaw this in her
future; catching me. A feather-soft kiss at the back of my neck shut my
heart possibly
forever.
